I shall seeThe hour of death draw near to me,Hope, blossoming within my heart. . . .

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?" "Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "We use it all the time with art, ... That, and I know how to use a dictionary

Idleness is the key of beggary.

Writing is a process of self-discipline you must learn before you can call yourself a writer. There are people who write, but I think they're quite different from people who must write.

Equilibrium is the profoundest tendency of all human activity.

We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.

I think we have gone too far into the PC culture. But there's a limit to how far we can take that.

The doctor's name was Sylvia. I told her she'd have a problem with me because Sylvia was my mother's name.

A mom forgives us all our faults, not to mention one or two we don't even have.

Not to sink under being man and wife, But get some color and music out of life?

So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.